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"
He
said
he
would
send
for
me
!
"
she
repeated
in
amazement
.
"
Then
he
is
awake
again
,
and
conscious
?
I
had
no
idea
he
was
so
well
as
that
!
O
Malcolm
!
"
She
sat
down
on
the
nearest
chair
and
began
to
cry
.
I
felt
overcome
myself
.
The
sight
of
her
joy
and
emotion
,
the
mention
of
my
own
name
in
such
a
way
and
at
such
a
time
,
the
rush
of
glorious
possibilities
all
coming
together
,
quite
unmanned
me
.
She
saw
my
emotion
,
and
seemed
to
understand
.
She
put
out
her
hand
.
I
held
it
hard
,
and
kissed
it
.
Such
moments
as
these
,
the
opportunities
of
lovers
,
are
gifts
of
the
gods
!
Up
to
this
instant
,
though
I
knew
I
loved
her
,
and
though
I
believed
she
returned
my
affection
,
I
had
had
only
hope
.
Now
,
however
,
the
self-surrender
manifest
in
her
willingness
to
let
me
squeeze
her
hand
,
the
ardour
of
her
pressure
in
return
,
and
the
glorious
flush
of
love
in
her
beautiful
,
deep
,
dark
eyes
as
she
lifted
them
to
mine
,
were
all
the
eloquences
which
the
most
impatient
or
exacting
lover
could
expect
or
demand
.
No
word
was
spoken
;
none
was
needed
.
Even
had
I
not
been
pledged
to
verbal
silence
,
words
would
have
been
poor
and
dull
to
express
what
we
felt
.
Hand
in
hand
,
like
two
little
children
,
we
went
up
the
staircase
and
waited
on
the
landing
,
till
the
summons
from
Mr.
Trelawny
should
come
.
I
whispered
in
her
ear
--
it
was
nicer
than
speaking
aloud
and
at
a
greater
distance
--
how
her
father
had
awakened
,
and
what
he
had
said
;
and
all
that
had
passed
between
us
,
except
when
she
herself
had
been
the
subject
of
conversation
.
Presently
a
bell
rang
from
the
room
.
Margaret
slipped
from
me
,
and
looked
back
with
warning
finger
on
lip
.
She
went
over
to
her
father
's
door
and
knocked
softly
.
"
Come
in
!
"
said
the
strong
voice
"
It
is
I
,
Father
!
"
The
voice
was
tremulous
with
love
and
hope
.
There
was
a
quick
step
inside
the
room
;
the
door
was
hurriedly
thrown
open
,
and
in
an
instant
Margaret
,
who
had
sprung
forward
,
was
clasped
in
her
father
's
arms
.
There
was
little
speech
;
only
a
few
broken
phrases
.
"
Father
!
Dear
,
dear
Father
!
"
